Zeldabit

Just One Bite

Jacob, putting the revolver back, not wanting to shoot anyone (and probably seeming like a coward to Mattie as this was the second time he drew his gun without shooting), crossed his arms. He gestured toward Nicholas and told him, "Well, I don't know the whole story. Him and Mattie were at this house right down the street when I met them. Mattie said he'd been bitten, and when I went in there the kid had sawed his freakin' arm off."

Shaking his head, he looked at Nicholas with pity. "I was stupid enough that I didn't get the blood from his infected arm off of him, and it caused him to get the virus. But it looks like he's recovered remarkably through the night." He rubbed his face with his hands, going over and sitting on the chair that Mattie had left by Nicholas. "You can have a seat across from here."

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All the yelling was causing Nicholas' head to ache. He decided that sitting up wasn't worth it any longer. He gingerly lay himself back down on the couch, holding onto himself with his one arm and shivering. The fever had gone away a bit, but it was no doubt still there. The virus was still there. He coughed.

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Jacob decided right then that he did not like Darrin. At first, he was going to give the kid some slack seeing how he was probably traumatized from all the shit that was happening, but this completely burned his bridge. There was no way he could even pretend to like him. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head, "I'll be damned, kid's a low life."

He didn't bother to pick up the bottle to see what Darrin had taken. He just slowly pulled his revolver out of its holder, ready to shoot if any trouble was caused. "Look, kid, I'm gonna need you to straighten up your act or get the hell out of here. I might've been as generous to you as I was to Mattie and Nick, but there ain't no way I'm gonna let some pill popping idiot stay in my house."

Right then, Cole started to wail again.

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Nicholas' eyes cracked open when Mattie put her hand on his shoulder. For some reason, it was very comforting, and his heart ached when she removed it. He gratefully took the water, nodding at her in thanks. As he drank the water, his eyes were trained on the boy - Darrin, wasn't it? Apparently, he was Mattie's brother...but he was nothing like her at all. He seemed rude and...rude. The way he spoke to Mattie upset Nicholas.

And the way he's talking about me, Nicholas thought. It made him somewhat depressed. Why hadn't they just killed him? What good was he now, what with having one arm and all?

Again, his eyes focused on Darrin. The boy had a vertical scar along his face. Where could he have gotten that? Maybe he put up a huge fight with one of the infected. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe he was more like Mattie than Nicholas thought, and fell. He was shocked that, seeing how Darrin was her brother, he hadn't asked about Mattie's own bandaged up leg. How inconsiderate.

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As Mattie got the water out of one of the backpacks they'd been carrying, Jacob approached Darrin, though keeping his distance because this boy obviously wasn't in the mood for friendliness. As Jacob had his arms crossed, weight to one side with an alpha attitude, Darrin seemed to mimic him, which made him angry. This was his house. Not this kid's.

"That's not the proper way to talk to a lady, especially your sister," he wanted to say, but held his tongue. Instead, he carefully said, in the lightest tone possible, "I was going to shoot him, but Mattie seems pretty attached to him. Plus, this guy sacrificed his arm to save Mattie and that baby's life," he jerked a thumb back at Nicholas. "His name's Nicholas. He deserves respect."

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When Jacob spoke of how he deserved respect, Nicholas cringed. He hated that Jake was pointing the attention of this guy to him, because Darrin obviously was not the type to make friends with. Nicholas wasn't worthy of respect - he was a coward. A weakling. He expected Darrin to laugh in Jake's face at any moment, but silently prayed he didn't for fear of Jake's reaction.

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Jacob followed Mattie angrily into the living room, not having the time to stop her from opening the front door. How could she just let any old person in here like I did, he scoffed in his head. Arms crossed, he stood by the couch Nicholas was lying on and watched the two. Brother, huh?

"It's actually safer here than it is out there," Jacob cut in, speaking to the boy whose name he picked up was Darrin. "Especially when she's got a baby to worry about."

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Nicholas sat up when the door opened. His fever had subsided significantly; he was feeling much better. Perhaps he would live through this shit after all. Carefully, he removed the rope gagging him and then untied the rope around his ankles, pulling himself to a full sitting position, feet on the floor. His head was light, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Nick," Jake said to him, "You okay there?"

"I'm fine," he muttered, hand against his head. Again, he tried to use the arm that wasn't there. It was so frustrating.

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Just One Bite

Jacob was stirred from his sleep when he heard Cole wailing. Not moving, his hopes were fulfilled when Mattie was the one who got up to go check on him. For a minute, he started to snooze again, and then he could hear voices from the bedroom. That wasn't right. Nicholas was right here, and had heard two voices. That wasn't right at all.

He got up slowly from the couch, hand rested on the revolver strapped to his side. Quietly, he crept toward the bedroom door and looked into the room. Mattie had her head stuck out the window, and seemed to be talking to someone below. This didn't look good. This looked like trouble.

"What are you doing?" he asked sternly. "Who are you talking to?"

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Nicholas looked over at Mattie, and something about seeing her face made his will to live even stronger. He was as relaxed as he could be right now, determined to wait it out and move on. He felt like he would recover. He felt like he had to recover. He'd had the fever, the chills, the sweating...would he start vomiting? That was most definitely a side effect of the infection. He hoped not - not with this rope in between his teeth. He felt nauseous, but not to the point where he thought he would puke. It seemed more like the result of the fever and chills combined.

Regardless, the night went on miserably. Nicholas drifted in and out of consciousness, whether from the infection, the painkillers, or his exhaustion, he didn't know. Each time he drifted asleep, he was thankful. It cut out part of his suffering. His body was hot but his insides were cold. It didn't make any sense. He'd had fevers before, he knew they were supposed to be this way, but man, he hated them.

In the midst of the night, when Nicholas saw Jacob had already fallen asleep and Mattie seemed like she was getting more tired by the second, Cole started wailing from the bedroom.

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Jacob crossed his arms, not giving a reaction to Mattie's attempt at humor at a time like this. Not to mention, he knew that she was lying through her teeth. She just wanted to stick with Nicholas. It was understandable, he had to admit. They seemed like very good friends and had obviously been through a lot together. They'd probably known each other for years, from what it seemed like.

"Okay," he finally said. "You can stay in here, but I'm going to be sitting right here with you, got it?" Saying that, he went over to the empty couch and plopped down on it, propping his feet upon the coffee table in front of him and crossing his legs. "I don't want to risk anything."

He bobbed his head lightly with his eyes closed, music playing in his head. He was always thinking of music to distract him.

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To say the least, Nicholas felt like he was dying. He felt like at any moment his spirit was just going to come right out of his body and he would be dead. As much as he didn't want that to happen, he knew there was no way he could stop it from happening. The only thing he could do was lay there and accept his fate. He was going to die in front of Mattie and Jacob and leave them behind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept trying to say, but it was only coming out as muffles and groans.

He was more relaxed than he was before, he could admit that.

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Jacob opened his eyes and stared at Nicholas. He shook his head and said, "Don't keep talking, Nick. You're gonna use all of your strength, and we can't understand you."

Rising from the couch, he went over to Nicholas and removed the cloth from his head, feeling his forehead. "If you're gonna survive this, you'll be fine by tomorrow evening, okay? That's how long it's going to last if you're going to live." He nodded lightly and soaked the cloth with the rest of the water from the bottle, then put it back on Nicholas' forehead.

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Nicholas listened, but didn't respond with a nod or a word. He was grateful for the cooled cloth on his forehead, as it had become hot and uncomfortable.

Tomorrow evening, he thought. That's why mom's lasted so long... she wasn't going to live through it.

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Nicholas' breathing picked up again, and he started to panic when Mattie put the rope between his teeth. He had to force himself to trust her, but damn, it was so hard to do right now. He couldn't think straight and he was suffering. He was miserable. He could have easily tried to undo the ropes, but with one hand and a fuzzy head, it would have been too much effort to try. Not to mention, she and Jacob both could have stopped him.

Eventually, he just relaxed once again and let everything happen. The pain came over him in waves, but he made no reaction to it. He wished he could Cole. He wished he was home, in his bed. He wished everything was normal. He closed his eyes, and for a moment he felt like he was back in his room, in his bed again.

He looked at Mattie and wished he could say something. He knew it would come out as muffles, but very carefully, he tried to say, "I'm sorry."

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When Mattie began to gag Nicholas, Jacob took Cole into his room and lay him on the bed. He bunched up blankets on either side of the baby to make sure he wouldn't roll over and fall off. He went back and stood in the doorway, watching Nicholas writhe on the couch until he finally settled down.

He called out to Mattie and said, "If you want, you can just come sleep in here with the baby. I'll stay in here - I'm not getting any sleep." He waited for her response.